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Not one for the guys
Sometimes it bugs me
to have to chain up my chest
to keep it under control
And a few days each month
I’m afraid to stand up
for fear of disaster below
The price to pay for having a way
to make two little humans
and call them my own
One of whom
will make the same complaints
once she is fully grown.
Friday 14th September 2018 10:28 pm
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